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Post by frost on Jun 29, 2007 13:54:05 GMT -5
Running ahead unsure of what was going on Frost barreled forward ignoring the sharp pain in his head. He could feel the warm trickle of blood on his head where the rock had hit him staining his white fur. Finally stopping he paused to look around. The angry voice of the man was far away and not coming any closer.
Relaxing Frost tried to get his bearings. Everything went fuzzy and the world around seemed to spin. An enormous headache like none he had ever felt be fore descended upon him making his legs buckle. The world around grew dark and he heard a quiet humming in his head. Still clutching the stolen meat Frost finally collapsed in the freshly fallen snow. Fresh snow began to fall lightly and before he knew it Frost drifted off into a deep sleep.
Awakening from his little faint, Frost was greeted by the strangest thing, nothing. He was completely blind.
"What..." was all that could escape his mouth. Swinging his head side to side in confusion he ran straight ahead.
Hitting his head he on a tree he fell to the ground. Whimpering pathetically he got up stiffly and sniffed around for the meat he had before.
"This..it's probably only temporary. I'll be fine," Frost chuckled nervously. "I mean I can't be blind...can I?" Not only was he blind, but he suddenly felt very alone. Finally finding his meal he sat down and growled softly. What was he to do now?
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Post by snowboarderdoby on Jun 29, 2007 14:11:29 GMT -5
After hearing sounds of whimpering, Spade awoke from her deep gaze into the snow. She shook her head softly and spoke to herself, "wha?" She got up and shook the thin layer of snow off her coat. She caught a scent of something, she followed it......
............when she got there, she saw a white wolf with a little stream of blood on his forehead. She was startled yet, intrigued. She walked up slowly and bent her neck and head down to his level to make eye contact. She stared into his for a few seconds, nothing happened.
Maybe he's scared because of the goggles, she thought to herself.
Then she spoke softly trying not to startle him, "Hello."
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Post by frost on Jun 29, 2007 14:57:21 GMT -5
(oh just a note he's a dog)
Breathing deeply Frost continued to stare ahead. Come on eyes please work, he pleaded in his mind. When nothing happened he hung his head sadly. It wasn't coming back. Not now. Not ever. Frost was so confused and just mentally exhausted that he didn't even notice the footsteps coming in his direction.
"Hello." The voice was unfamiliar but calm. Even so Frost was quite startled jumping up and letting out a menacing snarl in the wrong direction. He listened intently and realized he the other creature whatever it was was in the other direction and he turned as best he could to face it. Still unaccustomed to the void he squinted his sightless eyes in the direction of the voice and cocked his head to the side.
Shaking, his eyes staring off he made an attempt to speak. "H-hello..." he stuttered his voice weak and shook slightly. "Who and what might you be?" he inquired meekly.
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Post by snowboarderdoby on Jun 29, 2007 21:31:19 GMT -5
(opps sorry, lol)
Spade looked behind her, and all around in case this was some kind of setup or joke. She saw the canine stare directly at her, then jump. She could see he was extremely confused and frustrated. At out no where her "evil" conscience spoke to her, Is he like special or what?
No that's rude, , she replied in her head.
"No, not the conscience again!" She yelled out, with her eye's shut tightly, fangs bared, and backing up, in a submissive state. These random voices in her head drive her mad and insane. The "evil" voice kept on repeating a series of words whispering in another language, "Только бросьте уже, Вы проиграли. Игра закончена." One last twitch and she snapped out of it, "Sorry" she said with a freakish smile.
She softly sat down trying not to startle the canine anymore. She gave out a soft sigh, "No need to worry, I'm not dangerous. Just another bored, lone wolf" She paused, and gazed across the territory. "Where you headin' anywho? Oh yea the name's Spade if you care" She said in a very New Yorkish accent, yet smart-ass tone.
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Post by frost on Jun 29, 2007 22:21:03 GMT -5
Frost listened intently as the female, he guessed, begin to talk to herself in a language he was unfamiliar with. Well, my day is just going swimmingly, he thought sarcastically to himself.
"No need to worry, I'm not dangerous. Just another bored, lone wolf."She paused for a brief moment. "Where you headin' anywho? Oh yea the name's Spade if you care."
Frost snorted at her tone. He may be blind but he could still here just fine if not better. Gathering himself he straightened up as best he could and tried his best to look the wolf in the eyes even though that was quite impossible and he was staring just a little to her left.
"My name is Frost," he said matter-of-factly. "It's nice to meet you." He growled as politely as he could. His head had begun to throb again. "I'm not headed anywhere in particular. I can't even tell where I am anymore. Sorry for being so startlyed before. If you have not noticed, I. am. blind." He said the last bit struggling with every word. Since when was he so negative? "And might I ask where you are headed?" Frost tried to grin but it came out looking more like a weird snarl. His head felt as though it might split in two, and he let out another pitiful whine.
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Post by tyr on Aug 31, 2007 9:24:15 GMT -5
((Mind if I jump in.))
The snow was falling lightly on this long stretch of road, the dirty slowly being covered with millions of tiny white flakes. The lone figure who walked down Dante’s pass looked dirty in comparison to the clean white snow. Feagon had been traveling for a while now, with so much regret and sadness upon his shoulders. He often found it difficult to move on at all. But luckily he had heard something. Not far up the road he had heard, well he didn’t know what, but something. He soon gazed upon a pair of canines. Well one was definitely wolf and the other was almost as purely white as the snow which fell around his shoulders. The large Mountain Dog slowed his pace as he grew nearer. Knowing full well that he would be sighted or hear or even smelt from this distance and with the winds at his back it was even more likely.
Feagon approach, standing tall for most dogs at three feet in height, his body was bulky and broad with compact muscle, his coat thick and burly against the cold. His every move exuding power and grace. Feagon was not likely to be scared off by anything and his friendly nature made it hard for him to just walk away from a situation where one occupant was bleeding. He spoke out still a meter away from the other two, his deep voice booming with his lovely accent, “Oi! Ya alright there?” A clear Irish accent flowed from his black lips. “What’s tha matta?” He paused before coming too much closer, not certain if he would be excepted into this little group. It had been so long since he’d spent time with others even being this close was something of a pleasure.
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